“Can I tell you something?” she whispered, her warm breath brushing his face.
He wanted to say no, because he was sure that anything she said would just drag him deeper into whatever the hell this was between them. “Sure.”
“A part of me knows there are all these reasons we shouldn’t kiss…but I can’t seem to bring myself to care about a single one of them.”
His pulse thudded low in his throat. Not panicked. Just loud. “But we should care…shouldn’t we?”
Was he asking or telling? He had no idea. But right now, he couldn’t seem to give a single fuck about any of the reasons he shouldn’t feel this woman’s lips against his. Why he shouldn’t tug her to the edge of the counter and let her thighs wrap around his waist.
Maybe that’s why he inched closer. Why he didn’t care that her hands eased up his chest, then his shoulders, then his neck.
Step away, Noah. Get the hell out of this house.
But he didn’t listen to the voice of reason in his head. He was too focused on the warmth of Addie’s touch. The way her soft palms made the roughness of his skin feel smooth.
“This is a bad idea,” he whispered, his head lowering to hover over her mouth.
“The worst.”
Then that space between them disappeared, and he was kissing her. He wasn’t sure who made the final move. He didn’t care.
He grazed his lips across hers, his grip tightening on her hips.
Her lips were just as soft as the rest of her. And Jesus Christ, they felt good against him. The kind of soft that made blood rush loudly between his ears and his cock turn to stone.
He pulled her hips to the edge of the counter, and at her gasp, he slipped his tongue past her lips. She tasted sweet like chocolate, and her tongue was cold from the ice cream. It was exactly how he’d expected Addie to taste—and he wanted more.
She moaned as she ran her tongue against his, her fingers now in his hair, grasping at the strands, her hips moving, grinding against his cock.
Every part of him reacted to her. Every part of himneededto be closer. To touch her. Make her need him like he needed her.
He slipped his hands beneath the material of her shirt and touched her soft, warm skin. Immediately, she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer to her core.
It sent him fucking wild.
When they finally came up for air, they both heaved, like the simple act of getting oxygen into their lungs was too much.
She touched her forehead to his. “Still think it was a bad idea?”
Honestly, he had no ideawhatto think. Nothing about that kiss had felt wrong or the least bit like a mistake. “I don’t know.”
One side of her mouth lifted. “Want to know what I think?”
“I’m not sure.”
“I think that was the best decision I’ve made in a long time.”
CHAPTER 6
Akiss…she’d freakingkissedherboss. And it had been a good kiss. No, not just good, amazing. Better than any kiss she’d had in her twenty-two years. Yes,thatgood.
Her fingers twitched to touch her mouth, because even though it was now Wednesday night, she swore she could still feel his lips there.
She pulled into the parking lot of CJ’s Bar as her phone buzzed with a text.
Cass: I’m inside. I have a table for two.
Apparently, this bar did jugs of cocktails.Jugs. She’d never heard of that before, but hell, she’d try it. She sure as heck needed a cocktail after three days of working with Noah but barely seeing him.
